The scholars all want to train me to become a talent

The third year of senior high school starts much earlier than other grades, so the summer vacation is short, and it is too late to feel it carefully, and it has already slipped away.

It is the end of summer again, the National Day holiday is still compressed, and the homework is ruthlessly arranged. The students are miserable. They can't go out to play during the holidays. They can only write questions at night with the lights on, and the holiday ends in a hurry.

The windows are open, and the cool wind is coming along, brushing the soft hair, and the light blue curtains are no exception.

Zhou Xing was resting on the desk. The wind made his hair fly and scratched his cheeks. It was almost impossible to fall asleep completely.

The top student at the front desk had a bit of a breakdown writing the test paper, and had already started reciting ancient poems to clear his mind.

"Ten years of life and death are boundless, unforgettable without thinking."

"A thousand miles of lonely graves, nowhere to speak is desolate."

Zhou Xing couldn't listen any longer, and stood up with his support on the table: "Stop memorizing, you're going to cry."

The front table stopped talking, hummed twice, and changed to a poem: "Looking for more, deserted, desolate and miserable."

"..." Zhou Xing was speechless and murmured a few words to him.

The front table was puzzled: "What are you reading?"

Zhou Xing: "I'm teaching you to recite the mantra of clearing the mind."

Front desk: "Oh..."

After the front desk turned his head away, Zhou Xing yawned. He lazily leaned back in the chair, leaned back to loosen his muscles and bones, caught a glimpse of Yu Jue looking at him from the corner of his eye, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why? You want to learn too? "

Yu Jue didn't respond, and looked away.

Zhou Xing shrugged and sat down again to write the test paper.

"What's the date today?"

"October 24."

Zhou Xing stopped writing, and he gave Zhong Zhiming a sideways glance.

Now it's evening self-study, before ringing the bell, Zhong Zhiming called Zhou Xing over to discuss the topic together.The topic was discussed long ago, and after Zhou Xing sat down, he didn't intend to move the floor.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Zhiming asked cautiously.

Zhou Xing shook his head: "Nothing."

Chen Chuirui stretched his neck, leaned his head closer, and whispered, "Who are you kidding, the 25th is the birthday of Xueshen, right?"

"Isn't the 25th tomorrow?" Zhong Zhiming was surprised.

Zhou Xing glanced at Chen Chuirui coolly: "Ximen Chuuxue, you talk a lot."

As the birthday was approaching, Yu Jueti didn't mention it, but Zhou Xing kept it in mind earlier, prepared a gift, and planned to give it to him briefly.

Now that his studies are urgent, Zhou Xing didn't want to waste the time of the top students.

"Then after the evening self-study, let's go buy a cake together. It's so late, and the customization is not realistic." Zhong Zhiming lowered his voice and suggested, "Then you two will spend time in the dormitory."

Zhou Xing choked, knowing that he had misunderstood, thinking that he wanted a two-person world, so he didn't invite other people.

"I ordered the cake in advance." Zhou Xing said.

Zhong Zhiming: "That's good, tell me if there is anything missing, and we can solve it together."

Zhou Xing said: "Call the Sports Committee and Fu Yuanshu later, and we will live together."

"Ah?" Zhong Zhiming was suddenly shy, "This, how bad..."

Zhou Xing raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

Chen Chuirui started from a different point: "Does the god of learning know?"

"I didn't say anything about my birthday, and he didn't even say anything about it." Zhou Xing took off the cap of his pen and played with it in the palm of his hand, his drooping eyelids covered his sight drifting behind - only half of Yu Jue's hand could be seen from this angle.

"That may be because I forgot." Zhong Zhiming stopped writing the question, and devoted himself to the birthday with great interest, just like his birthday, "If I remember correctly, it is the birthday of the god of learning, so we must remember it?"

"Having said that, let's keep it simple." Zhou Xing raised his forehead.

How can a school birthday be memorable?

Zhou Xing couldn't figure it out, it's good to have it, choose something unforgettable.

Chen Churui said: "Where is my confidant? Doesn't he have the most evil ideas?"

"Zhu Youpeng?" Zhou Xing couldn't help but think of the night in 6480. He shook his head violently, resisting, "He will never give me advice in his life!"

At the end of the evening self-study, the top students who had just studied seriously put aside the exercises and left the classroom in a hurry, unwilling to stay any longer. The cool breeze was blowing, and the goosebumps were aroused by a careless move.

Yu Jue stopped beside Zhou Xing, waiting for him to get up.

Zhou Xing picked up the papers, glanced at Yu Jue, and said, "I'm hungry, Xiao Yu."

"What do you want to eat?" Yu Jue asked.

Zhou Xing reported the name of the restaurant without thinking, and read out a long list of dishes.

Yu Jue said hello, told Zhou Xing to go back to the dormitory and wait, and then left.

The wait-and-see Xueba was stunned, and felt pity for Yu Jue.

It's impossible for Zhou Xing not to know how far that shop is. It takes half an hour to go there alone, and he has to wait for a long time for the names of the dishes he reported.All in all, Yu Jue couldn't come back without an hour and a half.

Zhong Zhiming swallowed his saliva: "Idol, is it too much..."

The corners of Zhou Xing's lips twitched slightly: "If you don't let him go for a little longer, what should we do?"

"It seems, too."

"Don't be soft-hearted, men have to be ruthless!" Fu Yuanshu clenched his fists and spoke.

The night is silent, the shadows under the street lamps are short and delicate, the dark clouds half cover the bright moon, and the crescent moon can only be seen clearly after the wind disperses the clouds.

Zhou Xing took the time to go to the school gate to pick up the delivered cake, and hurried back to the dormitory.

Zhu Youpeng bought drinks with the schoolmasters. He intended to buy wine. He was worried about class tomorrow and was afraid of being caught by the head teacher, so he changed it to drinks.

"Really don't want to hang some small light bulbs?" Zhu Youpeng, who was rejected, held a string of transparent lights with regret.

Zhou Xing was absolutely sure: "No."

"Why?" Zhu Youpeng fought for the opportunity, "Aren't you willing to give Xueshen even a little atmosphere?"

Zhong Zhiming obeyed in his heart: "I also think it would be better to add a lamp."

Zhou Xing smiled inexplicably, "Hehe."

"You're right." Zhu Youpeng's desire to survive exploded, "It's true to be ordinary."

Zhong Zhiming: "?"

When Yu Jue came back, Zhou Xing was sitting on a soft chair and playing with his mobile phone. He stepped forward to put the supper on the table, and leaned closer to kiss Zhou Xing.

As usual, after kissing Zhou Xing, he got out and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The water in the bathroom was rushing into his ears, Zhou Xing listened for a while, and sincerely lamented that it was still early, and he still had to sleep for a while.

What Zhou Xing ordered were small quantities and long waiting times. Fortunately, he would not be full after eating.

Most of the two still sleep in their own beds. After all, the beds in the school are really small, and it is really uncomfortable for two people to sleep next to each other.

Zhou Xing ignored Yu Jue's words that it was time to sleep, and let him play with him for a while.

"It's time for you to sleep." Yu Jue emphasized again.

Zhou Xing smiled: "Don't sleep yet, I'll take you to a place."

Yu Jue was obviously puzzled, where could he go in the middle of the night?Drying on the roof?See the night sky without stars?

But he couldn't refuse Zhou Xing's request, he really went out with him in the middle of the night, he had to wear shoes when he went out, Zhou Xing thought he was troublesome, so he dragged him down the corridor in slippers.

As soon as the two left, Zhu Youpeng and the others slipped into their dormitory carrying cakes on their backs, and started unpacking and lighting candles.

Yu Jue followed Zhou Xing, from the third floor to the fifth floor, and then from the fifth floor to the first floor.

"Zhou Xing?"

"Come out and breathe."

"..."

The phone in his pocket vibrated, and Zhou Xing secretly avoided Yu Jue's sight.

Pig Shed: Come on!

Zhou Xing tilted his head and said to Yu Jue, "It's not interesting, let's go back."

Yu Jue: "..."

Zhou Xing: "Don't look at me with crazy eyes."

Standing at the door of the dormitory, time 23:59.

Zhou Xing waited behind for Yu Jue to open the door. The moment he opened the door, the time jumped to 00:00.

Everything is just right.

The candlelight in the room is flickering, flickering, faint but firm, illuminating the darkness of the night, and the yellowish luster makes everything soft and warm.

The cake has two layers, the main color is blue and white, integrated into one, it is the common blue sky and white clouds, which symbolizes freedom without boundaries, and the words "Xiao Yu, happy birthday" are simply engraved on the top layer.

The moment the door opened, the top students sang the birthday song, and Zhou Xing followed suit.

In the middle of the night, it's shameful to disturb the people, they sang a few words briefly, and took a break.

"Happy birthday, Xue Shen."

Zhou Xing poked his head out from behind Yu Jue with a smile, and also said happy birthday to him.

Yu Jue's perennial indifferent expression disappeared for a moment, probably he himself didn't even think about his birthday.

Zhou Xing pressed his hands on his shoulders, pushed him forward, and urged, "Blow out the candles."

"No, you have to make a wish first." Chen Jianfeng had a sense of ceremony, preventing Yu Jue from blowing out the candles.

"Maybe or not." Zhou Xing muttered, "It won't come true, ah, forget it, let's go through a process and make a wish."

Under the expectant gaze of several pairs of eyes, Yu Jue had no choice but to make a wish before blowing out the candles.

After the candles were extinguished, the dormitory was plunged into darkness.

Because he was afraid of being discovered by the dormitory aunt, Zhou Xing only turned on a small night light.

Zhu Youpeng picked up the knife and stuffed it into Yu Jue's hand: "Hahaha, it's over, it's over, cut the cake quickly."

The top students quietly stared at the cake that had lost the candles, quite intently.

Zhou Xing couldn't help wondering: "Are you here to eat cake?"

"No!"

"impossible!"

"you misunderstood."

"I am innocent!"

Zhou Xing was too lazy to talk to them, so he took out his birthday hat and put it on Yu Jue's head: "I almost forgot about this."

The colorful birthday hat matched with Yu Juesu's cold face was too shocking. Zhou Xing couldn't stop laughing when he saw it, but the top students wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

Yu Jue put the cut cake on a plate and handed it to the top students, but no one dared to hit him in the face with the cake. The most important thing is that it is shameful to waste it.

Zhou Xing asked, "What wish did you just make?"

Seeing that Yu Jue really wanted to tell the truth, Zhu Youpeng quickly stopped him: "You can't say your wish, it won't work if you say it!"

Yu Jue didn't answer Zhou Xing after hearing the words, and ate the cake in silence.

Zhou Xing didn't ask any further questions. He grabbed the drink, pulled off the ring, and took a sip.

"Is there anything Xueshen wants to do?"

Zhong Zhiming chewed the cake, opened a bottle of drink, his eyes were full of inquiry.

Even though the college entrance examination is approaching step by step, I still have no idea what to do in the future, youthful and confused.

Yu Jue raised his eyes and said, "No."

Chen Chuirui enthusiastically said, "I have."

"Huh? What does Ximen Chuuxue want to do?" Zhou Xing sat cross-legged, with his fingertips resting on the edge of the can.

Chen Chuirui stood up, straightened his waist and retracted his abdomen, with a solemn look: "I want to be admitted to the Conservatory of Music."

"You want to be a musician?"

"Yes."

"Wow, Furui didn't expect you to be serious."

"Of course I'm serious, don't believe me."

Zhou Xing patted him on the shoulder and said, "Come on, musician."

"No problem!" Chen Chuirui nodded heavily, and then asked, "Is there anything you want to do?"

Zhou Xing paused and licked his lower lip: "Maybe he will be a racing driver."

Fu Yuanshu's eyes lit up: "That's very cool."

"It's not a cool question." Zhou Xing tapped the soda can in his hand, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer, and his hand was suddenly clenched by his side.

He lowered his eyes and saw slender hands covering his hands. Yu Jue didn't look sideways, but his hands clasped him tightly, seemingly without much force, but it was actually difficult to release them.

Zhou Xing raised his lips and smiled, then raised his eyes: "Just like Ximen Chuuxue, I like it, not because of anything else."

Fu Yuanshu said, "That's cool too."

is cool.

Zhou Xing answered silently in his heart, and scratched Yu Jue's palm with his fingertips. The other party only loosened for a while, and then tightened his grip.

Zhu Youpeng held up the can and said, "Come on, let's have a toast and wish us all the best."

"cheers!"

Since there was still class to be held the next day, the few of them didn't make much noise, just ate and chatted casually, and it was considered a birthday.

Before the top students left, they helped clean up the debris before leaving.

With the crowds and noise removed, the dormitory returns to silence, and the endless darkness is endless and endless.

Zhou Xing groped around in the cabinet for a while, then waved to Yu Jue: "Come here."

Yu Jue approached according to his words, looking at him with burning eyes.

Zhou Xing patted the seat next to him, motioned him to sit down, and asked, "Are you happy?"

Yu Jue: "Yes."

As the words fell, the corners of his lips curled slightly, his smile was extremely shallow, the ice and snow between his brows melted, and the warm spring breeze encouraged the peach blossoms to flourish, not only rippling.

Zhou Xing rarely saw him smile, so he said, "Smile a little more."

Yu Jue: "..."

"Laughing or not." Zhou Xing stretched out his leg and kicked him, grinning, "I have a gift for you."

As he said that, Zhou Xing took out a small square gift box with minimalist color and light weight.

After Yu Jue opened it, he found a pair of stud earrings with a simple style, one with a 'Z' and one with an 'X', which were glowing with silver luster, shining brightly in the dark environment.

Zhou Xing put his feet on Yu Jue's waist, revealing the silver chain on his ankle. The chain was thin and elegant, with the same silver letter 'Y' on the buckle.

He shook it: "It's the same as the birthday present you gave me. It's all engraved with my name."

Zhou Xing reached for the gift box, and under Yu Jue's gaze, said, "I'll help you wear it."

When they first met, Yu Jue's two eye-catching earrings were very presumptuous. Zhou Xing was still puzzled for a while, but it was only that one time, and he never saw Yu Jue wearing earrings again.

When choosing a gift, he thought for a long time before deciding to give earrings, and ran to find someone to customize.

"It's a bit dark." Zhou Xing murmured, "Turn on the flashlight and take a picture for me. It's the first time I'm wearing earrings. Don't poke your ears and bleed."

Yu Jue unlocked the phone, turned on the flashlight, and held it up to shine on his ear for Zhou Xing to see clearly.

Zhou Xing took two steps forward on his knees, pinched Yu Jue's smooth earlobe with his fingertips, and looked for the location of the pierced ear: "Is this black spot a pierced ear?"

"Well, you go straight through." Yu Jue said.

Zhou Xing's hands suddenly trembled a little, for fear of being stuck crookedly, he concentrated his attention and moved gently, pressing the flat 'Z' with his fingertips and slowly pushing it in.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

After pushing it all the way to the bottom, Zhou Xing pinched the earplugs, pressed the 'Z' plane, and stretched his neck to look behind the ears.

The angle was not very convenient, so he simply straddled Yu Jue, tilted his head to aim at the small hole, and gently inserted the earplugs into it.

"Okay." Zhou Xing finished wearing the right earring, and twisted the other earring, "Look at the left."

With the previous experience, Zhou Xing finished wearing it smoothly this time.

"Okay." Zhou Xing looked at the wearing effect on both sides, and nodded with satisfaction, "I'm really a genius!"

Yu Jue: "..."

"Okay." Zhou Xing put his hand on Yu Jue's arm that hugged his waist tightly, raised his eyebrows slightly, "Relax, each sleeps separately."

It didn't happen as expected, Yu Jue not only didn't let go, but made an inch of it, and kissed Zhou Xing quite forcefully.

"Damn it." Zhou Xing covered his lips in pain, "What's wrong with you? Bit me again and again."

Yu Jue didn't feel guilty at all, and even clearly stated that he would commit the crime again: "Be gentle next time."

Zhou Xing laughed: "Then do I have to thank you?"

Yu Jue said, "Yes."

Zhou Xing was even happier, grabbed his face, and kneaded: "I really have you, go to bed quickly, I have to go to class tomorrow, you are not sleepy, I am sleepy."

"sleep together."

Yu Jue leaned over and overwhelmed Zhou Xing, and pulled the quilt with precise knuckles.

The author has something to say: I never expected that I would actually write about Yu Jue’s birthday on my birthday... In fact, I forgot my birthday, and someone reminded me...